JUDITH

The Chase

 

I saw him chase her today in the field,

Dressed in his Sunday best,

With his brilliant plumes,

He looked ridiculous to me,

Running after her with wild abandonment,

Gobbling all the while,

She kept a few feet in front of him,

Zigging and zagging,

Following the footsteps,

That are Tucked into The recesses of Their cellular memory,

No thinking in this courtship dance,

Only the memory,

Of millions and millions of years of courtship,

Perhaps we are not,

So different